1. "Returning to Luoyang to Send Friends" Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi is still young when he was banished, and his temples have already weakened when he first returned.
The door is empty, the old man is gone, the room is quiet, the old monk. The first time I saw a spider, I was often deceived by the rickets.
The grain is not yet out of the capsule, and it is hard to blow in the cold. The dashing of water is only in the heart, and I have known it all my life.
The song of the Shang Dynasty was sung late at night.
My court is sparse, the old men who used to serve me are gone, and the house is quiet and stable, which is exactly what I expect from an old monk. I saw no auspicious signs of spiders gathering in the house, while my body was frequently deceived by this rickets.
The needle is no longer sharp, but not yet out of the pocket, the weather is very cold, even if the Zou Yan blowing law can not "warm the air cold valley".
In the late night after the singing of the song, who will listen to it?2, "North Wind" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai candle dragon perched in the cold door, the light is still open. The sun and the moon are not as good as this? But there is a north wind that comes from the sky.
Yanshan snowflakes as big as a mat, pieces of blowing down the Xuan Yuan platform. The woman in Yushu, in December, stopped singing and laughed at the destruction of her moths.
Leaning on the door and looking at the pedestrians, I remembered that the Great Wall is very cold and miserable. I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm going to leave you with a sword to save the border, and I'm going to leave you with a scabbard.
There is a pair of white-feathered arrows in the center, and the spider has made a web of dust. The arrow is empty, but the man died in battle and will not return.
I can't bear to see this thing, but it has been burned to ashes.
The Yellow River can still be plugged, but the rain and snow in the northern wind and snow hate is difficult to cut.
Translation: The Candle Dragon inhabits the far north, where the sun does not shine all year round, and only the Candle Dragon's vision and breath distinguish day and night and the four seasons, instead of the sun is only the candle dragon candle emitted by the faint light. Here even the light of the sun and moon can not shine ah! The only thing that comes out of this place is the north wind that roars across the sky.
The snowflakes on Yan Mountain are large, like a bamboo mat, and they scatter in bits and pieces, drifting on Regulus Terrace. The thoughtful woman who misses her faraway husband in the twelve days of December in Youzhou doesn't sing anymore, nor does she talk or laugh, and her brows are locked all day long.
She leaned against the gate, gazing at the pedestrians, thinking of her husband is still in the bitter cold of the northern front of the heart of the bitter grief. Farewell to your handheld sword, save the side and go, in the home only left a tiger skin and gold handle of the arrow bag.
Inside a pair of white feathered arrows, has been hanging on the plug. It was covered with cobwebs and dust.
Now its arrows are there, but the person can never come back he has died in the border city ah! I can't bear to see this old thing when it's not there. Although the Yellow River is deep, but the soil can be plugged, only this parting of the hate, as this diffuse north wind rain and snow as the sky, boundless.
3, "Xinwei Tanabata" Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin fear is good fairy goodbye, so teach a long way for a good time. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and it was the first time I was a kid.
The clear leakage is gradually shifted to look at each other for a long time, and the clouds have not yet picked up the late arrival. The first is to make sure that you have a good understanding of the situation, and that you have a good idea of what you want to do.
The translation is: I am afraid that the immortals like to be separated, so they ask people to look forward to the date of meeting for a long time. The sky is full of colorful haze hanging straight down the silver river, how can we wait for the golden wind to rise up when the jade dew condenses? The clear light with the passage of time long time to look at each other for a long time, to take the weaving girl across the river of the micro clouds precisely emergence of the late.
How can I forget not to reward the magpies who fill the river to cross the river, and only give the spider's favor to beg it for the coquettish silk. 4, "Jade Palace Spring - the calyx of the calyx of the first condensation of powder" SONG: Ouyang Xiu went to the calyx of the calyx of the first condensation of powder.
I don't realize that the wind power of the small peach is damaged.
The appendix is leaning all over the place.
The spider and the magpie are so many, so many mistakes, so much so that there is no evidence to believe. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good look at it.
Spiders and magpies how misleading, like this no evidence how worth believing?5, "Weaver's Words" Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen weaving women why too busy, silkworms by three lying line wants to be old. Silkworm Goddess Saint early into the silk, this year the silk tax levy early.
Early levy is not the evil of the officials, last year, the official thing Rongsuo. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid in the world.
Reeling silk and weaving silk is still hard work. The two daughters of the East family, for the purpose of solving the problem of picking lines can not be married.
The spiders come and go on the curling silk in front of the eaves. The first is the one that is not a part of the story, and the second is the one that is not a part of the story, and the third is the one that is not a part of the story.
Translation: Why are the weavers so busy? It turns out that the silkworms will be old after the third lie. They prayed to the God of Silkworms to bless the silkworms to produce silk earlier, because this year, the government wants to collect the silk tax earlier.
This year's early tax is not because the officials are exorbitant, but last year's war. The war was hard, silk fabrics can be used to bandage the wounds of wounded soldiers, but also can be made into silk tents rewarded to the generals of the military achievements.
The general reel silk weaving was already hard enough, weaving patterned damask is even more difficult. Toggle the loom, change the strands of silk, pick out the pattern on the fabric is extremely difficult, requiring a high level of craftsmanship.
It is not easy to cultivate a pattern picker, and there are even ingenious women who miss out on their youth because they are so good at their craft that they are detained by their mother's family. Spiders crawl back and forth on the fluttering webs in front of the eaves.
I envy this little insect pure out of nature, can be free to prepare the web ah.
2. Ancient poems describing spidersStop the shuttle to borrow crickets, stay clever to pay spiders The sun is a red spider still mending the sky on the knots of the web of lovesickness
These ancient years stretch out a long, fervent hope to pry up the river
The hillside of the swede pines have become a green of dementia with a renewed mental disability
I heard the sound of the rain from a fog into a serpentine letter jetting into formlessness
The dawn on the stone of the third life has a voice that scurries out and floats up in a vast brand
Ants scurry out of the mountains to look at the tenderness of the rain as a symbol
Gradually, a shell is born that hears the whisper of the water and hatches the sound of the waves
It is the fault of the rain that it is an abandonment, a wandering
The darkness of the soul washes the shadows away, sharpening the smallness to the point where it loses the ability to fly
I swam in the water with my mouth open and sprinted towards the dreamland I was afraid of meeting the spider's web
The shadow of the spider's sperm drifted and the embryo of the wind covered the square of life
Love roamed through the alleys and traced the eyes that overlapped in the vacuum of the irregularity
The end of the world is a prisoner of the lilacs, as I am stuck in the end of the world of the old man
The knock on the door never cared that the dream was still alive to put the oil painting in the window of the heart
The invisible iron comes out of the stone and walks into the fire and still supports the soul
My iron clangs with the echoes of the years and the hardness of the steel that grows this
The red spiders leave the ship and navigate the blue memories
The ripples in the tile blue sky give up the palette in the clouds
The light that shakes and wields the talons from the clouds
The red spiders leave the ships and navigate the blue memories
The blue skies are shaking and giving up their palette in the clouds. Your long legs support the mind and the four corners of my sky
Your mouth swallows stories and chews wind-eroded dreams without tears, without blood, without sound
Your compound eyes look at the pear blossoms on the trees and the feats of all living beings
Drinking a cup of wine from the village of apricot blossoms and getting drunk in the apricot blossoms, staying in the faraway Mangawa River
You climbed through the fresh water and climbed through the river, and climbed through the sea. Spider, you have crawled through fresh water, lakes and the swamps of life
The tender yellow blood has bled into wind and rain, and cried out in the clouds and water
The insights of your brightness have not returned to the past, and the parting of the ways has become eternal
Spider, you have crossed the night and the back of the moon flickers, and you do not go to sleep
There is such a back that leaps to the sky and looks at you full of sadness
The ripe memories are far away. The wind never blows your tentacles, your source of brass blowing pipes
Lao Tzu, Zhuang Tzu, Confucius, Sun Tzu, in your shadow, have gone into history
You crawl thousands of years, thousands of years, billions of years, and have become the sky's thick flight
I salvage the sound of your feathers in your flight, and the years are still gentle
I become a shadow in your lap, crawling on the runway of the ages
I will hold your arm as you walk.
I will hold your arm and walk farther and farther until I am reunited with you
Spiders, spiders of all kinds, until I am reunited with you
3. Poems about spidersParents:
1. Spiders and magpies are a lot of mischief. One Hundred Rhymes Sent to Li XI of Tongzhou Yuanjiu Serving the Emperor of Lizhou) 4: The Spider Spitting on the Golden Trousseau (Song - Jing Boring - Man Jiang Hong) 5: The Spider Leaving the Spider (Song Zhiwen - Tanabata) 6: The Spider Gets a Few Silks in Its Abdomen (Song - Liu Kezhuang - Four Harmonies) 7: The Spider Wisps on the Trees (Song - Fang Hui - Twenty Miscellaneous Writings on the Garden of Governance) 8: The Spider Makes Silk All Over the Tent (Sui - Jiang Zong - Boudoir Grievances) 9: The Spider Doesn't Need to Be Painted on the Door (Song - Shi Zonggao - The Glorious Ghosts of the Lady) Spider (Song - Shi Zonggao - "Ode to the Ancient One Hundred and Twenty-One Songs") 10: Spider Weaving on the Wall (Tang - Lu Tong - "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs - Since Jun's Carry On") 11: Begging with the Spider for Coquettish Silk (Tang - Li Shangyin - "The 7th Night of the Xinwei Festival") 12: Spider Waves Making a Knot (Song - Mei Yaochen - "The 7th Night of the Seventh Month) 13: Begging for the Spider's Silk on the Flowers (Tang - Liu Yanshi - "The Song of the 7th Night of the Seventh Month") 14: The Spider is Weaving a Net (North and South Dynasties - He Xun The Spider's Web (Song - Shi Rujing - Eight Songs of Songs) 15: The Spider's Web Beats Dragonflies (Song - Shi Rujing - Eight Songs of Songs) 16: The Spider's Silk is Full of Abdomen (Song - Wang Zhiwang - Four Miscellaneous Poems) 17: The Spider Has No Spring and Winter (Song - Wang Zhiwang - Four Miscellaneous Poems) 18: The Spider Has Plenty of Flesh to Eat (Song - Wang Zhiwang - Four Miscellaneous Poems) 19: The Spider Hangs on a Green Hollow (Song - Wang Zhiwang - Four Miscellaneous Poems) 20: The Spider Has a Remaining Poison (Song - Wang Zhiwang - Four Miscellaneous Poems) ) 20, Spider has residual poison (Song - Wang Zhiwang - Four Poems of Miscellaneous Poetry)
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4. What is the spider's verse in the poem Guess the Animal1, Brightness - Horse 2, Silver Jade - Butterfly 3, Taiping - Water Dragon 4, Only - Wild Cat bai 5, Anshi - Monk 6, Risen Mountain - Chicken 7, Wellidu - Goldfish 8, Yuanji - Deer 9. Qing Yun - cormorant 10, Jin Guan - tortoise 11, Jiu Guan - magpie 12, Li Li - elephant 13, Yin Bit - spider 14, Wan Jin - snake 15, Feng Chun - peacock 16, Kun Shan - tiger 17, Rong Sheng - goose 18, Shang Zhi Zhi - swallow 19, San Hui - monkey 20, Zheng Shun - pig 21, Ban Gui - screw 22, Fu Sun - dog 23, Yue Bao - rabbit 24. Jiangci - flying dragon 25, Tian Shendao - house cat 26, Yuan Gui - crab 27, Han Yun - cow 28, Jipin - sheep 29, Zhankui - carp 30, Zhigao - earthworm back 31, Contract - pigeon 32, Hehai - frog 33, Mingzhu - owl answering eagle 34, Maolin - bee 35, Tianliang - eel 36, Bid - mouse.
5. Kneeling to find a poem about spiders, five-character stanzas, high rewardButterflies, Tang Qiqi, where the back of the red, confused fragrance to the threshold of the heavy.
Butterflies are not the only ones that can be found in the world, they are the only ones that can be found in the world. The butterflies are not only the best for the world, they are also the best for the world.
The peach grove leads back and forth, and the orchid path leads back and forth. The booklet is cold, and the fragrance is thick.
I can find the shadow of the tree, but it is hard to find the trail of the flower. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to do with the money, but I'd like to know what to do with it.
The west wind is the old pond, still have to pick hibiscus. Jade Butterfly Tang Wen Tingyun Autumn wind bleak and cut away, travelers have not returned.
The grass outside of the Serbian capital declined first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River arrived late. The hibiscus is wilting and the willow is falling off the new eyebrow.
The fall makes people sad, who knows about the broken heart. The first time I listened to the rain tonight, I heard the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, Du Ruoqing.
Fame and fortune are reckless, and brothers are always dying. The dream is far from the butterfly, and the love is deep, but the pied kingfisher is ashamed.
I am still in the world of the pied flycatcher.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman's face in a movie.
The dance is a butterfly's dream, and the song is a thank-you to Burroughs.
The dance is a butterfly's dream, and the song is a thank you to Burroughs for his flight.
The sadness of a flower falls, and I have no more complaints about the glory of spring. Peony: Pei Pei of the Tang Dynasty said, "There are a few peonies that want to fall into the city, but they are as glorious as peaches and plums.
I have never seen it in a poor place, but it does not seem to be born in the ground. The peony has no price, but it has its own name in spring.
The bees and the butterflies are so fond of each other. The Tingzhou white apple grass, Liu Yun returned on his horse.
The hawthorn tree at the head of the river was fragrant, and butterflies flew on the shore. The wine cup of Ruo leaf dews, the jade square Shu Tong is empty.
The Zhu building is a waterway, and the sand is warmed by a pair of fish. Send Dou Bingcao Tang Li Duan pear blossoms on the garden, the tourists are dressed in robes.
I heard that the lover's complaint, should have to go back on horseback. The bridge is late, the sun is warm, and the warblers are scarce.
Don't let the good times pass, let's see the butterflies fly.
6. Tang and Song poems about flowersPoems about flowers
Wing Plum (Wang Anshi) Several branches of plums in the corner of the wall, blooming alone in the cold; distantly know that it is not snow, for the dark fragrance to come.
Ancient Style Tang - Li Bai The blue lotus is born in the spring, the morning sun is bright and fresh. The flowers in the fall are in green water, and the leaves are covered in green smoke. The color of the powder is outstanding, and the fragrance is not to be passed on to others. I'll sit and watch the frosts fill the sky and wither the red blossoms of the year. Lu You's plum blossom stanza: "I heard the plum blossoms chap the dawn wind, and the snow piles are all over the four mountains. I'm not sure where I'll be able to get a thousand million bodies, but I'll be able to get one plum blossom in one tree.
Early Plum Blossoms Liu Zongyuan Early plum blossoms are high in the trees, reflecting the blue of the Chu sky. The first time I saw it, it was a very beautiful and beautiful tree, and the second time I saw it, it was a very beautiful and beautiful tree.
I want to give it a gift, but I don't know where it is separated from the landscape. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The red plum, Su Shi, is a red plum, and the riverside is open again. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Remembering the plum, Li Shangyin lived at the end of the world, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. The most important thing to remember is that the cold plum is often the flower of last year.
Newly Planted Plums Bai Juyi Seven new plums have been planted by the pool, and they are ready to be inspected at the time of flowering. I am not afraid of the jealousy of the peaches and plums in Changzhou, but this year, it will bloom for you.
The plums were explored by Yang Wanli, and the walks in the mountains were not surprising, and it was the time of the late night. The first one is a plum blossom, and the second one is a peach blossom on the highest branch. (Zhang Xu, "Peach Blossom Stream") Peach red with rain, willow green with spring smoke.
(Wang Wei's "The Garden of Fields") Last year at this gate, the peach blossoms reflected each other. The peach blossom is still smiling in the spring breeze.
(Cui Gu's "Question on the South Village of the Capital City") "Peach blossom flows in a deep and hollow stream, and there is no other heaven and earth" (Li Bai's "Questions and Answers in the Mountains"). (Li Bai's "Questions and Answers in the Mountains") All the peaches and plums compete for fragrance, but only the old plum heart is always there.
(Ming Dynasty - Wang Guan's "Ink Plum") Narcissus: Sending my younger brother Yuan Deshi (Tang Dynasty) Dou Qun (Tang Dynasty) Nandu boarded the boat that is the Narcissus, Xiguan has a guest who thinks about it leisurely. I'm not going to sell any of my fields in Viling.
Panqiao Xiao Farewell (Tang) Li Shangyin Looking back at the high city fell dawn river, long pavilion window pressure microwave. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
Narcissus (Tang) Li Xianyu The big waves beat the flowing water, Pengshan birds and animals in many strange shapes. The heart of the piano is not happy or alarmed, and the strings are slow and clawing. The Narcissus came to meet me, and Bo Ya has been famous ever since.
The hills are full of scattered wood and light, and the sound is known under the axe of Chonghua. The sound of the hillside is not only a little light, but also a little loud and clear, and the winds of the hillside are very strong.
The first king of the world was a long time in love, and at the end of the song, the world was at peace.
The first time I saw this song, it was a great success, and I was very happy to hear it.
The first is a new one, but it is not a new one, it is a new one. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the first time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
. When it comes to the day of the sun, I will come back to the chrysanthemums. (Meng Haoran: "Passing through the old man's village") 2. A pot of wine between flowers, drinking alone without relatives.
(Li Bai: "Drinking Alone Under the Moon") 3. (Meng Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 4. Sentimental flowers splash tears, hate the birds scared.
(Du Fu: "Spring Hope") 5. (Du Fu: "Spring Night Joyful Rain") 6. Bamboo paths lead to secluded places, Zen room flowers and trees deep.
(Changjian: "The Question of the Zen Garden after the Broken Mountain Temple") 7.The flowers of Huang Sieniang's house are all over the grove, and a thousand flowers are on the lower branches. (Du Fu: "A Solitary Walk by the River in Search of Flowers") 8. There is nothing I can do to help the flowers fall, and it seems that the swallows have returned.
(Yanshu: 9. The white heron flies in front of Xisai Mountain, and the fish in the peach blossom stream are fat. (Zhang Zhihe: "Fishing Songs") 10. I ask where the tavern is, and the shepherd boy points to the apricot blossom village.
(Du Mu: "Qingming") Poetry about flowers (with the word flowers) Pear blossom courtyard dissolving moon, willow floss pond light wind. The white heron flies in front of Xisai Mountain, and the Mandarin fish in peach blossom water is fat.
The sky and the earth are lonely and the mountain is resting again, when will we get the plum blossom.
There are a lot of people who are interested in the future of the world, so I'm going to try to make it work.
Last year in this door, the face of the peach blossom red. The peach blossoms are still smiling in the east wind.
People do not have a hundred days of good, flowers do not have a hundred days of red. I don't know what to say, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it.
Flowers flow from the water, a kind of lovesickness, two kinds of idle sadness. I have no idea how to get rid of it, but I'm not sure how to get rid of it.
I'm afraid of the flowers blooming early, not to mention the countless red. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
It's still like the old days when you visited the Garden. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The flower faded red apricot small, swallows fly, green water people around. The willow on the branch blowing and less, the end of the world where there is no fragrant grass.
The wind and the dust and the fragrance of the flowers have been exhausted, and the evening of the day is tired of combing the hair. The first thing I want to say is that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it, but I'm going to do something about it.
Last year's New Year's Eve, the flower market lights like day, the moon on the willow tops, people about after dusk.